05-13-2018, 08:13 PM
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I GOT A BONE TO PICK
[W]iskerI GOT A BONE TO PICK
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] When argus moved to step behind keona she noticed the tenseness of her shoulders. The gentle frown turning almost into a snarl and she felt some pang of hurt. The frown tugging at the corner of her features the only sign of the growing hysteria within the officer’s mind. She did not want to teach keona but she wanted the other to be prepared. She wanted to teach fairly but keona was a child and she was having issues. Issues differentiating this small fae with the horrors of war. Making herself slowly sick with the imagery of someone trying to take advantage of a kid- see easy prey and
no no no nononoNO-
The other’s soft words held a conviction argus knew better than to change. she could. She could twist her words into an edge to which cut keona with. Emotionally crippled her to see. She heated how the idea popped in her head, and tried to shake it away and let herself be convinced with the other’s words. . Dark red eyes reflecting nothing. Carefully blank as she regarded the other with an almost cold stare. Not that she could see.
She stepped closer. Keeping her face blank as raised a paw above her head-
She used her teeth to pull out the iron claw casing on her paw. It was dull with unused but still had a very edged point. Lowered her head- pushing the cloth away and dropping the nugget of metal down before the kit. “Well, this is weapons training kid. Maybe i can get you something for your claws like mine?” Her voice had a slightly blank note that it did not before, and she did not explain anything. Maybe if the other was honest in this; wanting to fight- the need to prove herself. Then Argus could pull her aside some time and actually train her.
Afterall, Pincher had told her to look for anyone showing promise for a secret group within the clan. Keona was young, easy to mold into something dangerous and hopefully, quick to learn.
Argus was familiar with her weapon out of fighting for her life. While most people who had... blades such as hers went through vigorous training put through school to learn not only how to communicate and how to properly deal with an enemy. To make clean kills that are not only merciful for the spirit but any onlookers. Most of all they taught you how to go around unseen. Shinigami were not meant to be discovered by mortals and maybe, there in lie the key problem with Argus. At least- one of the many limitless flaws that she could count off the top of her head.
She was used to being messy, brutal, searing her mark into any soul she sent forth into the afterlife and to the unlucky ones- that spent the rest of their days wriggling under her skin, souls consumed as a means of more power. Her blade was not meant to be used on mortals, but she did it all the same. Enemies who lay waste stained the inky black of the blade, now washed by some unseen patron who had stolen it. It was not as if someone would immediately die upon being pierced.
But argus was not born with her blade. She has not had thousands of years to learn it's name or how to wield it. She has had moments of insanity depression and the like. She has lived throughout the years of her immortal punishment with different names- all of which her blade knows. Before this blade she was still just as savage. Just as immoral even as a kid, With this blade now, she still breathes the same savage chaotic battle strategies. With this blade she is all the more lethal.
She could see now, in a moment of clarity lily's own hesitation in attacking a clanamte. If only she knew, Argus has dealt with worse than someone trying to kill her. She has died countless times and always come back. But that was a secret. Heavily guarded secret if not due to mortals own fear of the afterlife but the way that they would treat her if she knew. Instead she uses lil's own words when healing her, the smile on her features softening into something meant to reassure lil. "I would rather not waste too much resources if i accidentally re open my wounds. Show me what your comfortable in showing me, and We'll go from there, sound good?" She used her right wing (the undamaged one) And made a gesture to one of the saplings within the clearing.
Because all that she wants to battle out her frustrations she was too keen for her own good. To see the mild panic settle onto another’s shoulders was enough to get her to snap out of whatever dark thinking she had set herself on and help. Maybe it was something to do with the way that Argus has been as a kid. Tiptoeing around monsters and making treaties with beasts instead of friendships. Building connections with murderers and exiles instead of making friends. Maybe they were similar, but as a kid argus knew better than to stick around someone with eyes like those. Knew nothing of helping others. But now she was learning- slowly but still trying.
//ack mobile. Sorry for grammar mistakes
no no no nononoNO-
The other’s soft words held a conviction argus knew better than to change. she could. She could twist her words into an edge to which cut keona with. Emotionally crippled her to see. She heated how the idea popped in her head, and tried to shake it away and let herself be convinced with the other’s words. . Dark red eyes reflecting nothing. Carefully blank as she regarded the other with an almost cold stare. Not that she could see.
She stepped closer. Keeping her face blank as raised a paw above her head-
She used her teeth to pull out the iron claw casing on her paw. It was dull with unused but still had a very edged point. Lowered her head- pushing the cloth away and dropping the nugget of metal down before the kit. “Well, this is weapons training kid. Maybe i can get you something for your claws like mine?” Her voice had a slightly blank note that it did not before, and she did not explain anything. Maybe if the other was honest in this; wanting to fight- the need to prove herself. Then Argus could pull her aside some time and actually train her.
Afterall, Pincher had told her to look for anyone showing promise for a secret group within the clan. Keona was young, easy to mold into something dangerous and hopefully, quick to learn.
Argus was familiar with her weapon out of fighting for her life. While most people who had... blades such as hers went through vigorous training put through school to learn not only how to communicate and how to properly deal with an enemy. To make clean kills that are not only merciful for the spirit but any onlookers. Most of all they taught you how to go around unseen. Shinigami were not meant to be discovered by mortals and maybe, there in lie the key problem with Argus. At least- one of the many limitless flaws that she could count off the top of her head.
She was used to being messy, brutal, searing her mark into any soul she sent forth into the afterlife and to the unlucky ones- that spent the rest of their days wriggling under her skin, souls consumed as a means of more power. Her blade was not meant to be used on mortals, but she did it all the same. Enemies who lay waste stained the inky black of the blade, now washed by some unseen patron who had stolen it. It was not as if someone would immediately die upon being pierced.
But argus was not born with her blade. She has not had thousands of years to learn it's name or how to wield it. She has had moments of insanity depression and the like. She has lived throughout the years of her immortal punishment with different names- all of which her blade knows. Before this blade she was still just as savage. Just as immoral even as a kid, With this blade now, she still breathes the same savage chaotic battle strategies. With this blade she is all the more lethal.
She could see now, in a moment of clarity lily's own hesitation in attacking a clanamte. If only she knew, Argus has dealt with worse than someone trying to kill her. She has died countless times and always come back. But that was a secret. Heavily guarded secret if not due to mortals own fear of the afterlife but the way that they would treat her if she knew. Instead she uses lil's own words when healing her, the smile on her features softening into something meant to reassure lil. "I would rather not waste too much resources if i accidentally re open my wounds. Show me what your comfortable in showing me, and We'll go from there, sound good?" She used her right wing (the undamaged one) And made a gesture to one of the saplings within the clearing.
Because all that she wants to battle out her frustrations she was too keen for her own good. To see the mild panic settle onto another’s shoulders was enough to get her to snap out of whatever dark thinking she had set herself on and help. Maybe it was something to do with the way that Argus has been as a kid. Tiptoeing around monsters and making treaties with beasts instead of friendships. Building connections with murderers and exiles instead of making friends. Maybe they were similar, but as a kid argus knew better than to stick around someone with eyes like those. Knew nothing of helping others. But now she was learning- slowly but still trying.
//ack mobile. Sorry for grammar mistakes